Treasure Island

Julie McLeod


waves frrom Melbourne Part 2


Another day has brought more waves,
Another day, means another night,
A lit up road was laid down before me,
Until the waves destroyed the light.
The light I held deep in my heart,
It is now gone I haven't seen much,
But when the waves come crashing in,
They shimmer lightly and lightly touch.
Light violence, dark brightness deep sanity,
The waves that fill me and stay in my soul,
Will always be here, and you'll be near,
They are not just a part of me they are whole,
Because these waves are always with me,
I know that it means you're here too,
Along with so much more than this,
I only know what you could do,
You could wave back to me,
Like the waves in the sea

Submitted: Tuesday, June 04, 2013
Edited: Friday, August 02, 2013

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